The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in with Sakura Dormitory

"Compared to this, does Senior Ren feel a bit more confident?" Jiang Jing shrugged and shook his head with a sigh.

"Hahahaha... Sorata, when did you become so humorous instead of just making sarcastic remarks? But what you said does make me feel a lot better."

Smiling, Mitaka looked at Jiang Jing and said, "But I think you should get past the next hurdle first."

"The battle against spinsters... a repeated defeat..."

A voice filled with gritted teeth rang out behind Jiang Jing, like a cold wind blowing from hell. Behind him, Chihiro Sengoku stared at Jiang Jing with intense killing intent in her eyes.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

What are you doing?

From upstairs, Shiina Mashiro stared blankly at the scene of Jiang Jing being tightly strangled by Sengoku Chihiro, making strange noises like "ah ah oh oh".

Jiang Jing, whose physique was three times that of an ordinary person, didn't pay any attention to Qian Shi Qian Xun's attack, but with such a large soft spot on the back of his head, he felt it was better to cooperate.

"Dinner is ready, let's eat."

"Today we're at the Russian Roulette! One of the six plates contains a surprise! Everyone can choose freely and see who's the luckiest!" Misaki Kamiigusa announced loudly.

"Senior, you didn't put a lot of wasabi in one dish again, did you?" Jiang Jing, having broken free from Chihiro Sengoku, came to the dining table and looked at the excited Misaki Kamiigusa with some speechlessness.

"Huh, junior's gotten smarter, he actually guessed that I put wasabi in it." Misaki Kamiigusa was taken aback.

"I want this one."

Just then, Mitaka Jin was the first to take away the leftmost plate.

Seeing this, Jiang Jing shook his head, his nose twitched as his sense of smell became more acute, and then he picked up the two plates on the far right first: "Shiina and I will take these two plates."

"Huh... Junior, you're so decisive this time? Then I'll choose this one." Misaki Kamiigusa chose the middle one.

Mitaka Jin looked at Sengoku Chihiro standing to the side: "Chihiro-sensei, aren't you going to choose?"

"No rush, you guys eat first, I'll choose after I see if anyone gets infected." Chihiro Sengoku opened the refrigerator, took out a can of beer, leaned back in her chair, shook her head, and said unhurriedly.

Mitaka Jin decisively used his chopsticks to lift the half-bowl of rice, then smiled and said, "Mine doesn't have any."

"Me neither," Shiina Mashiro said, mimicking Mitaka Jin, and lifted half of the rice.

"Don't look at me, mine is definitely not." Jiang Jing smiled easily, completely confident.

“Ha…it’s here…” Misaki Kamiigusa scooped up the rice in her bowl and was actually quite happy to see the green wasabi underneath, as if she had really won the lottery.

"Don't tell me you don't even know which game it is?" Mitaka Jin looked at Kamiigusa Misaki in shock.

"I don't know. I made them exactly the same, then shuffled them in order. That's what makes it fun."

"Cough... Just like Misaki-senpai's personality."

"Oh, right, Kanda, remember to fill out your application form and hand it in tomorrow. They're urging those who haven't filled it out yet," Chihiro Sengoku said at the dinner table.

"So urgent? Okay," Jiang Jing nodded.

"Speaking of which, junior, what have you decided to do in the future?" Misaki Ueiso looked at Jiang Jing with interest: "Go to university? Become a teacher? Or a corporate slave? A perverted youth..."

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"Yes, I don't seem to have anything in particular I want to do." Jiang Jing nodded lazily. For him, apart from recovering his strength, just getting by peacefully was a goal.

"But since the school is urging me, I'll just fill in any ordinary university as my second choice, novelist as my third choice, and cartoonist as my third choice," Jiang Jing said casually.

Is it okay to be so casual...?

The four people present were all taken aback.

"The school doesn't have rules, right? Look at Sakurasou Rijin, he writes screenplays, you want to pursue animation production, Shiina is an artist who aspires to be a manga artist, and Akasaka is a software engineer."

"I'll become a novelist or a comic artist or something, so I won't stand out among you guys."

"The question is, are you capable? Have you ever written novels or drawn comics before?" Mitaka Jin adjusted his glasses and looked at Jiang Jing with curiosity.

"I haven't written one, but I've read a lot, so it should be fine," Jiang Jing said casually.

"Kanda, are you serious?" Chihiro Sengoku narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I don't know much about it."

Uh……

Mitaka Jin and Sengoku Chihiro, who thought Jiang Jing had just made a spur-of-the-moment decision to become a novelist, were at a loss for words.

"Hahaha... Good luck, junior! I support you!"

"Go for it, Sorata!" Compared to the doubts of Mitaka Jin and the others, Kamiigusa Misaki and Shiina Mashiro were very supportive.

Jiang Jing simply smiled at their reaction.

This chapter is only 30,000+ words long, so I can apply for a contract. Let's see if I can get one. Everyone, please vote for me to make the numbers look better and maybe increase my chances of getting a contract. ^_^

Chapter 13 Perfect Evolution

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways, some to take showers, others to work on their animation projects. Everyone assumed that Jiang Jing's casual choice of college application was a joke.

Meanwhile, Jin Mitaka and Chihiro Sengoku were somewhat surprised that Jiang Jing could maintain a relaxed attitude even after knowing that he was surrounded by a bunch of geniuses and freaks.

Because most people would feel inferior and pressured to some extent when facing Shiina Misaki and others.

However, Jiang Jing was not joking. He had long noticed that the Japanese entertainment culture, including manga, light novels, anime, and games, was incredibly prosperous in this world.

How prosperous is it? So prosperous that at least 70% of Japanese teenagers like anime and manga, and light novels, comics, and anime-related industries are found in cities large and small.

In Japan, for those who enjoy novels, comics, anime, and e-sports games, discussing related topics is no longer seen as a form of discrimination, but rather as commonplace as discussing movie plots or watching TV.

It seems as if an invisible hand is planning and influencing the direction of Japan's economy and social atmosphere.

Also, due to different historical reasons, perhaps because the authors were not even born, many of the wildly popular and groundbreaking anime and light novels that Jiang Jing remembers are not here.

Examples include the globally sensational pseudo-mecha apocalypse game *EVA*, the youth campus drama *Toradora!*, and the narrative-driven *CLANNAD* series.

However, the legendary three major shonen manga continue to exert their enormous influence in the Japanese anime and manga world.

That's right, Jiang Jing plans to write about some anime that didn't exist in this world in his memory, so he can easily make a little 'money' and get by.

Jiang Jing felt no shame whatsoever for plagiarizing those works. For someone like him who had survived countless life-and-death battles, anything that was useful to him was acceptable.

As for whether he would feel ashamed, Jiang Jing would only say, "Sorry, I have no feelings."

Of course, Jiang Jing has countless ways to make money. For example, he could select suitable technologies from the obsolete technologies of some star-level civilizations and develop them. He believes he could definitely make a lot of money, and even become the world's richest man.

However, the immense profits would blind him, and the people who would come after him would definitely disturb his life, especially since he hadn't yet recovered his strength and posed a certain threat in the early stages.

Jiang Jing didn't want such a troublesome thing to happen. When there was no pressure, he preferred to develop his strength in a sneaky way.

Thinking it over and doing it, Jiang Jing didn't go to bed early tonight. He worked non-stop until midnight before finally yawning, looking at the Dragon and Tiger Volume 1 document on the screen, nodding in satisfaction, and clicking save.

"Done, I'll send it and then go to sleep."

In just over four hours, Jiang Jing meticulously copied down the first volume of the Dragon and Tiger light novel, nearly 100,000 words long, from the depths of his memory.

Then, it was slightly modified to suit the social environment of this world, making it more suitable for people in today's society to read.

Jiang Jing moved the mouse and opened the website of Dengeki Bunko, a famous Japanese publishing house. After finding the submission email address and sending the content there, Jiang Jing forgot about it and went to sleep.

The massive light novel industry chain has spawned many publishing companies. Driven by the demand for content and external competition, Japan's three major publishing giants launched online submission platforms at the beginning of this year to promote the concept of writing light novels for everyone.

This convenient method received a tremendous response as soon as it was launched, with a massive amount of submissions from the public every day. However, 99% of them were boring content with no commercial value, but it just happened to be convenient for Jiang Jing.

In the morning, Jiang Jing went upstairs to wake Shiina Mashiro up.

"Shiina, wake up." After knocking on the door and calling out, there was no response. Jiang Jing simply opened the unlocked door and went inside.

Unlike yesterday, the room wasn't littered with sexy lingerie and in a mess, but instead, it was covered in manga manuscripts.

Looking at the girl sleeping wrapped in a blanket under the computer desk, it was clear that she had been busy until very late last night.

"Get up." Jiang Jing squatted down in front of Shiina Mashiro, placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, and gently shook her awake.

"Good morning..." The girl looked at Jiang Jing sleepily for a while, and after she came to her senses, she slowly crawled out from under the table.

Today, thanks to Jiang Jing's constant reminders over the past two days, Shiina Mashiro wore pajamas to bed, unlike before when she exposed herself completely.

"Not bad, she listens." Jiang Jing nodded slightly, but immediately felt speechless. Because Shiina Mashiro, who had crawled out from below, was only wearing her pajamas on top; her lower body was completely bare…

"Are you not treating me like a man?"

"Isn't Sorata a boy?" Shiina Mashiro, who had gotten up, tilted her head and looked at the boy in front of her blankly.

"I think you have some misunderstandings about men, but you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Let's change our clothes first."

Jiang Jing handed Shiina Mashiro the clothes she was to change into today, including her high school uniform. While she was changing, Jiang Jing tidied up the room for her.

"Sorata, your hair."

Shiina Mashiro, dressed in a blue... similar outfit, sat in front of the dressing table, still half asleep and unaware that her uniform had fallen to the floor.

"Comb your own hair, and put your clothes on first." Jiang Jing said casually, flipping through the comic book in his hand with some amazement.

Thirty-two original manuscripts, the final chapter of a story. The artistry is superb, the lines and figures are so lifelike, they seem to come alive from the paper.

In Jiang Jing's opinion, this painting skill is already equivalent to that of a level 5 international professional sketch artist, and this is not even Shiina Mashiro's strongest oil painting.

But... the story is too dull and boring.

"Kongtai, hair." The girl looked back at Jiang Jing with sleepy eyes, as dependent as a kitten, her soft voice with a nasal tone making it hard to refuse.

"Okay...I'll comb your hair." Jiang Jing shook his head.

Judging from Shiina Mashiro's expression, Jiang Jing knew that if he didn't go over, he wouldn't be able to get things done for a long time, and by the time he got to school, it might be nine or ten o'clock again.

Jiang Jing didn't care about being late, but since he was going to school, he felt he should behave himself, such as being late a few times less often during the semester.

Just as Jiang Jing was standing behind Shiina Mashiro, lifting her messy long hair with one hand to comb it, Shiina Mashiro, who was sitting on the stool, suddenly leaned back and rested in his arms.

"Hmm... Sorata smells like sunshine." Shiina Masashiro rubbed against Jiang Jing's chest, mumbling sleepily with her eyes closed.

"What time did you go to sleep last night?" He placed his hand on Shiina Masayuki's smooth, white shoulder, helping her sit up straight. He frowned as he looked at the half-naked girl in his arms.

With her eyes half-closed and looking dazed, Shiina Mashiro shook her head and closed her eyes: "I don't remember, I fell asleep while I was drawing."

Jiang Jing frowned: "Did you stay up all night again? Then you don't need to go to school today, just rest in the dorm."

The sleepy girl didn't even think about it, then slumped into Jiang Jing's arms and fell asleep immediately.

"So tired?" Looking at the determined and hardworking girl, Jiang Jing shook his head, carried her to bed, covered her with a blanket, and left.